A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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TIRANGA JISKI YAAD KE LIY

जिनकी दृढ़ता से उन्नत है आज हिमालय

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KHWABO KA PARDA

Khwabon ka parda yaha par ab,

Ban

Goodbye, My Dearest Friend

The hardest part of any friendship

is when it is time to say goodbye,

and even th

Gym Class
The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond

somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond

any experience, your eyes have their sile

Hansti thi hansaati thi... Mujhko pagal bnati thi...

Hansti thi hansaati thi,
dil ko bahut bhati thi,
dekh dekh sarmaati thi,
phir a

Dine Destiny

There's none to compare to you,

When we're apart I feel so blue.

 

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BAS EK BAAT MAAN LO

Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,

barso se thi hume

uperwaale ne dikha hi diya

A Farewell
With all my will, but much against my heart,
We two now part.
My Very Dear,
Our solace i

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